it’s all about me!
people tell me all the time that i’m self-centered. i’m 31, single, no kids, and live alone–of course i’m self-centered, this is not news. i just realized that i’m capable of making everything about me, even my parent’s wedding anniversary. today marked their 32nd year of marriage. when i called my mom to wish her a happy anniversary i got her voicemail, this is how it went:
mother, it’s daughter…i’m calling because it’s your anniversary. i’d sing like you do for my birthday, but i don’t think there is a song for this occasion. i’d make one up, but that wouldn’t be a gift as much as torture. anyway, thanks for getting married because you had me, and i really love me, well most days i do. today was a bad hair day, so i didn’t love myself as much as i did yesterday, but still. oh, and happy anniversary, love you and stuff. bye.
somehow, i managed to turn her anniversary call into a voicemail about me and my hair. i wish i had a picture scanned of them when they were young and without the burden of daughter, the best i could do was the picture i have on my bedside table.
**mom & dad, happy anniversary! thank for loving me despite all my (many) flaws, which is a post for another day.
you could have sang “happy anniversary” like they did in “so i married an axe murderer”.
I’m going to break into your house and steal that lamp. Just so you know.
Sarah–
Be careful reading that Salinger fellow, he might put bad ideas in your head– oh wait, never mind.
Mikey
wow.. .. can you say psyCHO!!!!!? i feel dirty, just replying to this post. …
The classic, yet weak, trait of of teh all too common woman’s thoughts. . . …
Sweet..